He opened his eye, his eyelids ripped by the staple. The whites of his eyes were now the reds of his eyes, and his iris flickered between red, black and green.
Satoshi stared at his eye, a bloody, gory mess, the red liquid with black traces pouring out of it. It was spurting out, covering the mirror in blood. He began to giggle, staring at his bleeding and destroyed eye. All by a stapler. Kids, don't play with staplers.
(This is the closest I could find to what his eye looks like. It looks a lot worse than this, but this is all I could find.)
Satoshi pulled his eyepatch over his eye, which had already been soaked in blood. He laughed. He held the stapler into the air, tapping it onto his eye, making a horrible noise. "Hahaha... I wonder how the person I stapled is doing about their own eye..." Satoshi laughed, referring to the little girl he had stabbed with a stapler and stapled her eye shut.
"Yes, you threatened to stab my other eye when I did it, remember?" He said. He was getting confused by his blood loss, so he started blurting out random things.